Grace rolled her eyes slightly seeing Patrick jogging in place. The kid was like a rabbit. She was pretty sure he couldn’t stay in place for more than a few minutes if you paid him. She wasn’t entirely sure, but Grace had also theorised more than once that he probably jogged on the spot whilst he was sleeping too. When he stated she had taken too long the girl pointed at him threateningly. “Don’t make me hurt you.” An entirely empty threat. She wasn’t sure she even could hurt Patrick if she tried. He seemed very hardy and she theorised it was partially due to his powers.

Not to mention there was some height difference between the pair. “First you interrupt my Ninja Turtles then you insult my honour. My honour good sir! I was locking up my house to make sure we didn’t get robbed. And the amount of TV I watched during the holidays is none of your business. I happened to go on these amazing emotional adventures with those wonderful people with strange hair.” The girl defended herself. “Just because some of us have ants in their pants doesn’t mean others can’t take time out to rot their minds.”

As Patrick threw his arm around her and declared how excited she was she smiled slightly, honestly happy for him. But could just not bring herself t share in the excitement. She had never been the most confident person in herself. She had developed powers at quite an early age, but hadn't gained control of them for a number of years. This fear that her powers may act up on her without notice led to her being fairly withdrawn, believing that if she wasn’t given a provocation nothing would happen because she knew if anyone had discovered her powers then they’d likely would have had to move.

She wasn’t sure what Patrick would have thought if he’d come home for summer vacation and she hadn't been there one year with no explanation no forwarding address and no way of contacting her. In the end she hadn't gained much control until middle school. His excitement to be around others like them wasn’t helping her anxiety. It was another fear of hers. They had never met anyone else like them before and it was difficult to be friends with normal people because you could never be one hundred percent yourself with them.

What if he got there and realised there were a lot cooler people he could be hanging out with? People more like him? He wouldn’t have to settle for her anymore. Realising she’d been quiet for a long time and she’d been staring at the pavement as they’d walked Grace blinked slightly and looked back up to him, smiling. “Yeah, I guess so.” She never had been a good liar either.